I think Bella came to eat last night. I saw tiny pawprints in the snow and part of the food was eaten overnight. Take care, sweet girl.
I am crocheting a baby afghan for a co-worker. Tucker enjoys sitting on my lap while I crochet, and is good about not bothering the yarn. But then. . .trouble arrives.
What do we have here? Yarn just begging to be played with.
I'll just grab a little and no one will ever know.
HEY you, stop. You'll ruin it for all of us!
Fine. (under breath) Killjoy.